The Love of Hustler Kid
How I long for every Recess. I sit at my desk and count down the seconds. For Recess is the time for my to trade my goods, one day it will be silly string or balloons for water bombs, the next, winger dingers. But truly the best part of Recess must be her. Oh I know she sits in my class, and I know she hangs around with T.J and his group. But I can dream. And I dream I do. Her dark eyes, her raven hair, her strength. The way she scowls, her occasional smile. I just know that that tough exterior hides a delicate inside. How I adore her. I know that together we could be a formidable team. But she would never leave her gang. So I sit, and stare, and dream. My one, my love, Spinelli.
How I long for every Recess. I sit at my desk and count down the seconds. For Recess is the time for my to trade my goods, one day it will be silly string or balloons for water bombs, the next, winger dingers. But truly the best part of Recess must be her. Oh I know she sits in my class, and I know she hangs around with T.J and his group. But I can dream. And I dream I do. Her dark eyes, her raven hair, her strength. The way she scowls, her occasional smile. I just know that that tough exterior hides a delicate inside. How I adore her. I know that together we could be a formidable team. But she would never leave her gang. So I sit, and stare, and dream. My one, my love, Spinelli.